'spreadeagle day.'
"Every girl should have at least one, darling. Teaches her she's female."
"Have you?"
"Well, no. . But I'm privileged, and I've watched enough to pick up reactions."
"Please forgive me this punishment, Cicely? Or if I must have it? not blind?"
Nora had blinded her and tied the ropes. She had done both with competence and apology.
"She says it must be tight, and your cunt open."
"And I have to be blinded this way?"
"Yes, Miss Paisley, I'm sorry the thing's so tight, but that's the way it fastens. You see any light?"
"None."
"I'm sorry. It's a poor sort of day. I've been told to go and leave you and not come back."
"Things will be done to me, Nora. D'you know what they are?"
"I'm just thinking 'bout the same things as you, Miss. I don't know anything for sure."
There had been kissing, and then the receding clink of Nora's ankle chain.
Robbed of sight and motion, Ilona viewed the pictures in her mind. Nights of love, days of strange punishments, the constant laughingly offered escape she knew would never happen. . Dominating every vision was Cicely Woods. Ilona could understand none of her own mental responses, but of one thing she was sure. She was hopelessly in love with the woman who held her prisoner. She could never get enough of Cicely's nude loveliness. She was enslaved by it as firmly as by her chains.
She was allowed to feed on it nightly, but her appetite fed upon itself and was insatiable. She was beginning to see her pain as a small price for such felicity.
Ilona tensed her stretched limbs. There was no freedom. She would lie, a naked
'X' during Cicely's pleasure. She had already struggled. It would be best to struggle no more. Her mind inevitably drifted to men, and how they would view her splayed thighs and pubic hair. And then the acts they would perform on her. A girl was spread like this for only one purpose! She supposed these acts already decided and ordained, but she would be made to wait for them. It figured.
It seemed a long, long time before Ilona sensed a presence. The voice was unexpected. It was Cicely's.
"Is it very bad, darling?"
"Yes." She was alive with hope, but dared not plead.
"All the time expecting something in here?"
Cicely must be kneeling. Her hand was caressing Ilona's blatantly open sex. It soon evoked gasps.
"Of course! I thought that was??"
A tinkle of laughter. "I bet you were expecting Josh instead of me?"
"Yes, oh Cicely. . Cicely!!"
"Yes, honey, what?"
The feminine hand was wise within her cleft. Ilona could only moan a denial.
"Nothing, Cicely. . It's nothing. I'm sorry."
"Going to ask me to let you loose, pet?"
"I'm always asking you to let me loose, Cicely. It's time I shut up."
Her lips were kissed. Fingertips traced the contours of the metal blinds upon her eyes, continuing down over her lips, her chin, her throat, to reach her breasts. There they stayed, imparting the vibrations of girl to girl, teasing the nipples while Cicely talked:
"I'm tempted to let you loose, darling. But I can't. It would be bad for our relationship. I've sentenced you to a day like this and that's what you're going to get."
The mistress giggled. "I almost envy you the awful suspense: Cocks hovering, dogs sniffing? Maybe a whip all ready to crack! It must be positively cunt watering."
"Well, yes. . But, Oh Cicely, it's still damn awful."
"Good! You're a delight to be mean to. Just think, if you hadn't written that bitch of an article about me this wouldn't have happened."
"I've said I'm sorry?"
"Forget it, pet. That's past. For you and I there's just right now. It will always be like this. I'll wake in the morning and ask myself: 'What will I do with the darling today?' And you'l wake up in my chains and wonder: 'What will she do to me. .
what will she do?' Does that give you the hots the way it does me, sweetheart?"
"Yes, I'm afraid it does." Ilona twisted against her four stakes and said a heartfelt:
"Oh, damn!"
The wise fingers were evoking gasps and the straining of a nude torso against its bonds. Now they whispered their way down across the concave bel y into the shining pubic hair. One went further. . Ilona moaned.
"No, darling, no orgasm. I've got you to where it's agony for me to stop, so I'll stop. You're being punished, remember?"
"Cicely. . please!" It was a wail of anguish.
"No, dear. I'd better not touch you again or you'l explode. I can tell the signs. If you like, I can give you a cut with the whip? That'll cool it down?"
"No, never mind. . Mmmmm. .!"
"I'm wondering about the cocks and pricks, pet." Cicely admitted reflectively.
"That's what you're tied here for. It's almost a sacrificial binding. Gosh, you're beautifully available to any male thing out sniffing for cunt."
Ilona contented herself with straining tautly to demonstrate her helplessness within her ties. Cicely would do as she pleased, so why plead. But, in her darkness, she drank in every word, hoping for reprieve.
"But now I'm not sure I want Josh's sperm inside you, or any other man's."
Cicely's musing tone verged on apology. "Your lovely slit belongs to me." She patted the lovely slit lovingly to make its owner gasp in joy, risking orgasm. "In fact I'm thinking of rewarding you with a nibble this evening, so I don't want a pol uted puss. . Ugh! I'm going to let the possibility of Josh hang in your mind, it could still happen, y'know? even the dog. . ! I can't rob you of all your cunt crinkles. But I've thought of something else, something exquisitely clean from me to you."
Ilona' flaring nostrils and in-drawn breath spelt ecstasy.
"The whip." Cicely's two words vibrated passion. "Inside your thighs, sweetheart, it hurts with such a special kind of pain in there. Or your breasts, or that nice flat tummy, or across your pouting pussy? Did you know your pussy pouted, darling?"
Silence and darkness! The bound girl tensed for agony. It did not come. Instead, Cicely's voice tinkled mischief.
"It might be me, Ilona, you won't know. Or it might be Nora who whips you: I might even allow Josh. .! One lash. . Out of the silence. . In the dark!"
The helpless woman, spread and nude, heard no more sound. Her owner departed as silently as she had come. Or was she still there looking down and smiling at her possession! Ilona could not telclass="underline" she would never be able to tell. The cuts across her bare skin would come from nowhere without warning. Cicely was clever. She had taken away the messy ugliness of impalement and replaced it with the searing cleanliness of agony?
The blow was exactly as promised. A scald from knee to groin within the tenderness of her right thigh. Ilona screamed and was galvanized into frenetic surges of energy against the stakes. The four stakes and the four cords at wrist and ankle held her fast. Cicely's clear laughter penetrated the dark.
"I had to be the first, darling. I just had to. You respond so exquisitely." Hot lips took possession of her own and kissed hard and harder yet. A wicked finger traced the rising weal to make Ilona moan and strive to arch her nakedness from the ground. A soft whisper was in the captive ear. "Keep track, sweetheart. See if you can tell how many are mine and how many from Nora or Josh."
The silence and the dark were suddenly a void. Al her five senses told the staked prisoner she was alone. To Ilona, Cicely's presence was a tangible entity, but it was no longer there. She sighed and relaxed, refusing to stay tensed. Her next agony would come when it came, meanwhile she would nurse the one she had.
It was a small sad compensation for such bitter pain, but the girl who was whipped kept her tally of each stroke upon her flesh. To her, they were unmistakable.